You didn’t smoke as often as your best friend (Amelia) did, she knew that and tried her best to not smoke around you.

After school, you and Amelia are in your bedroom, she rests against your headboard while you lay your head on her chest, her cigarette facing the opposite direction of where your head is at.

One hand runs through your beautiful hair while the other fixes the bottom of your skirt. She lets out a soft chuckle, exhaling some smoke, making sure to turn her head away from you.